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CHAPTER TEN: NINTH MONTH

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TEN- NINTH MONTH
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Dear Shawn,

Nine months. That's a long time not to see anybody. I miss you. I sat here, in my bedroom of my apartment, writing this letter, imaging the possibilities that could've happened.

Like the pregnancy test I took just over nine months ago. Imagine a mini you running around the house in a few years time. If only that test was positive. You were so upset that it wasn't, but I assured you that we could have kids in the future if you really wanted to.

You agreed instantly, telling me how you wanted mini me's of myself running around. I then replied, saying that I wanted mini you's running around. You were always my favourite person, and I'd always wished for another version of you to become another favourite.

We could've been married by now. I could've became a Mendes. I know that thought made you smile a lot. You always brought up how you wanted to marry me, and how "Demi Mendes" had a big ring to it. I'm still confused as to why it took you so long to propose, even if I found out after you left.

I guess that opportunity is gone now, just like you are. God. I miss you so much. Trying to allow myself to slowly forget small things at a time is a struggle. I can't do that, not yet. I'm just glad I agreed to a year before trying to forget. I miss you like crazy.

Love,
Demi x